The other day I got the following e-mail from a friend.

Subject: For your entertainment

Body:  Let’s “meet” at lunch.  I have some things to share.

My office is full of fun single women who generously share their dating adventures with their married colleagues.   I have to give props to all my single ladies because it is CRAZY out there. These ladies are not only brave enough to get out there on the front-lines they are also kind enough to share the aftermath of the battle with us the next day at the office.  Here’s the latest story from the trenches:

My friend meets a guy at a mixer.  He seems a little old for her at 43 (she’s 31) but she wanted to be open-minded and give him a chance.  My friend is smart, sexy and fun.  She is by any definition a catch.  Her downfall is that she’s also very sweet.  This is how she ends up on dates with crazycakes.  So she meets this guy and he shows up wearing a tracksuit.  Not the kiss of death, but you know, not a good sign.   It’s a date!  Bring your A-Game!  He starts their date by stretching his legs dramatically at the table.  “You know I Just worked out.  I’m a personal trainer”  he says.  You know the type.  Sighing while he stretches and conveniently flexing his muscles.

Foreshadowing my friends.  Foreshadowing.

My friend is polite so she ignores this and pretends it’s normal  Then she asks the obvious next question. “Oh that’s your profession?  You’re a personal trainer?”.  He agrees, “Yeah, I train”.  She says, “So you have clients?”

No, he just “trains” himself.  Okay then.

Sensing BS she asks how he supports himself.  He answers that “he has investments that takes care of business”.

At this point we all start interrupting the story and yelling out the possibilities  “Drug dealer.  Money launderer.  Unemployed!  Family money but lazy and doesn’t work.  Won a huge lawsuit!”  Little did we know this detail would be besides the point.

Cutting us off my friend raises her hands dramatically “Wait!  I’ll get there”

My friend is sweet but not a shrinking violet so she presses on “But what do you do during the day?”  He says “I train” No she persists kindly “Like, what do you do for a profession?”  “I have a nice life” he replies.  “Yeah that’s not what I asked” she says getting fed up.

At this point he asks her to butter a piece of bread for him.  She gives him a WTF look and says “No.  Why would you ask me to butter your bread?”  “I just wanted to see what you’d say” he replies.  Riiiiiiiight, that’s not weird at all.

But wait!  It gets better.

Guess what he does for a “profession”?  Guess!  Guess !  Guess!

It’s so much better than what I expected!!!

He “personal trains” himself for the Olympics!  He’s planning on competing in track and field Olympics, self-trained in 2012 at the age of 45.  First time Olympian, of course.

Yeah, I know. Wow.

Wow.